Sirius loved it, a little. Not even a little. A lot. He loved this, and he loved Remus. He loved this with Remus.
Had he told Remus that yet? In a way that wasn't playful or silly? Had he said it since The Thing because A Thing? He wasn't sure he had. It was something he was going to have to amend. Not quite yet. But soon. It felt like something he ought to make a big thing. Mind, Sirius most always wanted to make things big things. It was in his nature.
"Please?" he repeated, a little awed and a little amused and a little -- he didn't know what. "Don't beg, Moony. Just tell me what you want and I'd do it." He turned his head a little, to press a kiss against Remus' palm, even as he moved down, reaching for the button of Remus' pants.
It wasn't like he really needed direct instructions of what Remus wanted. He wasn't stupid, and he wanted all those things, too.